Perhaps I do conjure guests through shopping. Debbie called at about 8:30. We'd had vague breakfast plans--I'd gone shopping last night with the thought that I needed some food at home, but I'd half expected we'd be eating out. Instead, I ended up inviting both her and David for breakfast--they could arrive at any moment--and I was scarcely awake--so had to do some quick improvising. (This is of course the task I've set myself, so I am not complaining, just noting).
I couldn't quite think, so fell into my regular routine. Roasted a pan of yellow and red cherry tomatoes as well as the red peppers. While these were roasting, I sliced and sauteed onions for yet another zucchini and onion frittata. Good thing I'm so fond of my basic staples. I don't need much encouragement to prepare any of these dishes, and without thinking, I'd just replenished my stock of all the basic ingredients. And as a bonus, I'd bought Valencia oranges (usually get them at a Farmer's market, but they were organic and inexpensive at TJ's--so thought I'd give them a try and they did indeed provide a better juice (maybe it's the season) that the ones I'd last bought at the Farmer's Market.
The breakfast menu: fresh squeezed orange juice, yogurt with sliced strawberries, toasted walnuts and dried cranberries, zucchini and onion fritta with sides of the left-over caponata, roasted tomatoes and roasted peppers.
In the evening, biked to The Inn at Venice Beach, Debbie and David's hotel on Washington Boulevard. The plan was to then walk to a restaurant. I'd thought we would try Sunny Spot, where I'd been for a happy hour weeks ago, but the walk felt too long for the wearied wedding guests so we turned around and ended up at Mosto Enoteca, an Italian restaurant, upstairs in the mall that once housed Killer Shrimp and Aunt Kizzy's. We had a surprisingly elegant little meal--with a great view of a sliver of a crescent moon setting in the twilight sky over the sea.
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